Wife of The Demon Prince
Chapter 243: You can look...

Chapter 243: You can look...

The cabin stood small at the edge of the forest as the downpour continued heavily. Strong gusty winds blew the trees fiercely. Bright, flashing lightening lit up the sky like fireworks, and a heavy thunder roared furiously.

Inside the cabin, Hamon sat at the edge of the wooden bed with his eyes fixed outside the small window watching the downpour. He was deliberately keeping his eyes outside to avoid glancing at his wife, whose dress had torn around her chest.

Few minutes later, he spoke still not looking at her direction, "You might catch a cold if you remain in that soaked dress. Take if off, don’t worry I won’t look in your direction." He assured calmly.

Ara, who still stood on the same spot had already began to shiver slightly because of her drenched clothes. And hearing Hamon’s words made her flush. In such a situation she couldn’t afford to fall sick as they’d return to the palace after Hamon’s wound closed up. Maybe she should take the clothes off? However, even though he said he wouldn’t look, she felt awkward taking off her clothes in the same space as him.

Hamon seemed to sense her hesitation and spoke again to reassure her, "You can take it off and use the blanket to cover up. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable because of me, I will remain this way."

Ara nervously bit down on her lips, she hesitated for a moment, before finally gathering the courage to take off her dress. With shaky hands, she loosened the remaining strings of the dress. In an attempt to clear the awkward silence in the room, she spoke to Hamon while she removed her clothes, "When I first met you in this lifetime...I thought you to be a Casanova. Never did I know you had such chivalry..." She pulled off the dress from her shoulders, to her feet.

Hamon laughed softly, "Really? A Casanova? I see why you don’t want me meeting my imaginary mistresses." He remarked with a knowing tone, then added, "When it comes to you, I am patient enough to wait until you are ready."

Ara finally took off her torn breast wrapper, she stared at his broad back. Now she was only standing in her underpants, she stood naked for the first time in the presence of a man making no attempt to cover herself with the blanket on the bed. Hamon had not once tried to do anything to her despite the fact that they were married. And she understood he did all that for her sake, just like now, he remained sitting with his back to her so she would be comfortable in his presence.

After a moment of internal thinking, Ara spoke softly, "...Hamon, you may look if you want to, I don’t mind."

Despite her words, he remained in the same position making no attempt to turn around, "Ara, regardless of my promises not to touch you, I can’t promise if I look at you right now I will be able to hold myself back. I am still a man, I am no saint." He admitted.

Hamon had been constantly striving to keep his promises while they shared a bed, but now he couldn’t trust himself to look at her.

Ara smiled, she slowly climbed onto the bed and approached him. She leaned her chin on his shoulder from behind. She noticed how he stiffened at the contact, "You don’t seem to understand my words, Hamon. I want you to look, and don’t hold back if you can’t." She whispered to his ear.

Hamon felt the softness of her breasts grazed his back. Almost immediately his stomach muscles tightened as he became aware of her closeness. He quickly moved away from her, "You don’t know what you’re saying, my wife. You are tempting me...I don’t want you to regret this later."

Ara grabbed his hand as he was about to stand up from the bed, "I won’t...When We fell down the cliff, I could only think of how unfortunate it was that we never got to consummate our marriage, and I never knew how it was to feel like a woman being with a man." She admitted softly. When she thought they would die, she had regretted not giving herself to Hamon. And now that they had survived, she wanted to have a proper bond with her husband.

Ara could tell his muscles were tense with how stiff he stood, and when he spoke again, his voice was tight and low, "Ara, I hope you know what you are saying? You should think twice, I might not stop if I start."

They were only in a small cabin, there was no soft bed and there were no maids to attend to her. Having their first time here would be uncomfortable in such a wooden bed, he did not care where it happened, but he wanted to make his wife’s first time special and a memorable experience.

"Hamon, I won’t regret, I am ready. I want you..."

That was all it took for Hamon to turn around. He could hear his own heart beating, could feel the blood pumping. Sitting on her knees on the wooden bed, his wife looked, impossibly erotic wearing nothing, but an underpant, "Ara_" he ran his hand on her chin, "I don’t want you to regret this."

"I won’t." Ara hurried to utter. She wanted to be calm and confident. This was a decision she’d waited long to make, she was sure. But still there were nerves, brought on by excitement and anticipation.

"Maybe we should wait until we return home, Ara." He wanted to make it special for her not in a small place like his cabin.

Ara let go of his hand, she resisted the urge to look down and kept her green eyes on him, "Don’t you want me?"

"I’ve imagined making love to you over a dozen times, my wife."

Ara’s face heated up, "Then let’s make your imagination true, my love." She stood on her knees and pulled him to the bed. Hamon didn’t protest and let her pull him down.

Ara lifted a hand to his cheek, "Kiss me."

How could he resist his tempting wife? Slowly he lowered himself and kissed her, she kissed him back, but then he pulled away quickly, "Ara_"

"Hamon, don’t make me seduce you." She murmured, "Because I don’t know how."

With a strangled laugh, he pulled her against him and slid his lips with hers, he muttered, "Too late, you’ve already seduced me, my wife."

"Have I?" Her arms went around him. A shudder had her gripping harder when he caught her earlobe between his teeth, "Hamon I don’t know what to do next..."

He smiled as he lifted her in his arms and placed her in the middle of the bed, "You don’t have to do anything. Let me."

Hamon moved back to savor her delicate body. Her slender ankles, the smooth calves, her slim waist, her soft breasts then curving shoulders. She was his.

Ara had thought she would feel awkward even foolish when laying naked in bed, however she felt only beautiful as he looked his fill, without warning, he fiercely crashed his lips on hers, "Mm!" She moaned between the kiss, his mouth sucked on her lips and pulled her body towards him.

He kissed her desperately as if it was the last. The brush of his body against hers filled with warmth, his hands roamed over her, whispering-soft limbers of warmth as a knot of heat built from her center out to her fingertips. Before she could do more than just wrap her arms around him, she melted in the kiss, pulled into the depths of a sensual moment. But it was only the beginning.

When Hamon pulled away his voice was hoarse as he said, "I am sorry."

Breathing heavily, Ara raised her hand and tucked his hair back, "For what? You did nothing wrong." She kissed his lips.

Hamon frowned, "Don’t encourage me, my wife. I feel like I might break you." Without waiting for her response, he leaned in and hungrily devoured her lips again. He wasn’t wearing much, but his trouser, and while they kissed Ara managed to help him out of it.

Hamon tossed his trouser and Ara’s underpants away to one side of the room. Now both naked. He engaged himself in placing red marks all over her exposed skin, everywhere his mouth touched seemed to burn her flesh, however he soothed it with his tongue.

Hamon’s mouth found hers again muffling the small sounds that escaped her lips. She seemed so fragile, so much so he was afraid she’d get hurt, But her taste, her scent, brought about sensations that seemed to drive him insane, his self control was on the edge, but he took long moments to savour it, drawling every moment of passion.

Hamon grabbed her hips adjusting her position as he set himself between her thighs, he pulled away a bit from the kiss, "It hurts for the first time...I may not be able to hold back, just tell me when you’re in pain, ok?"

Ara nodded shyly. Actually she was nervous knowing it would hurt. Hamon did not move and only gazed at her with an expression of pure love. His intense love for her only made her body eager to have him in her. She lifted her upper body and kissed his lips. It broke his tenuous hold and closed his lips with hers again.

When he lowered his mouth to her breast, the sound of pleasure came from both of them, he used his tongue to tease, his teeth to torment. For long she had been torturing him, and he had longed to do things to her, to tease her and also torment her.

Ara’s cries filled the cabin as Hamon’s hands and lips did things to her body, things she’d never imagined. It felt good. She didn’t want it to end. Soon, he slipped into her. And when he thrust, she felt like the world was burning around her from his thrusting. As if sensing she was in pain, he began to move slowly inside her.

Ara clenched the blanket hard as he moved, her eyes moistened. She let out painful moans, however over time, her cries took on a different tone. His gaze remained steady on hers, and when she bit down on her lips to hold back the moans of pleasure, he leaned down and kissed her, "Don’t hold it, let it out." Saying that, he began to thrust harder and faster inside her.

Their bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm. Ara felt like she was on cloud nine. He sent fire to her entire being, taking her to a world she’d never knew existed. As they continued to make love, outside the cabin the downpour persisted, but the sound did not reach their ears, as they were both lost in their own world of pleasure.